charlie
Dragons can’t purr, but the low, rolling rumble that swells from deep in Charlie's chest comes close, an affectionate vibration that carries through the ground beneath Kaisel. She lifts her head high, wings flexing outward in a deliberate sweep before tucking in again, striking a pose so feline in its proud curves and fluid lines that it’s impossible not to recognize it as utterly Charlie.
His “final boss” comment earns him a toothy, gleaming grin, and when he flops against her side like a fish trying to make friends with a dock, she exhales in a huff that sends a puff of warm air ruffling his hair. Her tail curls around, the sheer strength of it more than enough to nudge, scoop, and lift him bodily up her side. The motion deposits him onto the warm, scale-slicked ridge of her back with all the ceremony of a cat plunking its chosen human somewhere convenient.
She waits until she feels his weight settle and the subtle tightening of his hold, then gives her shoulders a sudden, testing jerk—just enough to jostle him and make sure he’s gripping her for real. The sound that follows is a roar—loud, rolling, but somehow laced with the cadence of laughter—before she crouches, wings snapping wide. And then, with a force that tears the air in two, Charlie launches them skyward.
His “final boss” comment earns him a toothy, gleaming grin, and when he flops against her side like a fish trying to make friends with a dock, she exhales in a huff that sends a puff of warm air ruffling his hair. Her tail curls around, the sheer strength of it more than enough to nudge, scoop, and lift him bodily up her side. The motion deposits him onto the warm, scale-slicked ridge of her back with all the ceremony of a cat plunking its chosen human somewhere convenient.
She waits until she feels his weight settle and the subtle tightening of his hold, then gives her shoulders a sudden, testing jerk—just enough to jostle him and make sure he’s gripping her for real. The sound that follows is a roar—loud, rolling, but somehow laced with the cadence of laughter—before she crouches, wings snapping wide. And then, with a force that tears the air in two, Charlie launches them skyward.
so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
